When Life Gives You Gas: The Hilarious Tale of One Hostess’ Petty (and Stinky) Revenge
If you’ve ever worked in the chaos of a bustling restaurant, you know that sometimes it’s not the customers who test your patience—it’s your coworkers. Enter Mac, the self-appointed king of high-rolling clientele and the spiritual leader of “Macsplaining.” One Redditor, u/earlofmuffingham, found a delightfully gaseous way to even the score with this cocktail-shaking know-it-all. Forget big tips—this revenge is served silent, but not so deadly (for everyone).
Picture it: You’re a hostess, balancing the seating chart like a Tetris grandmaster during a Saturday night rush. In the midst of this madness, you’ve got Mac, the bartender, reminding you for the hundredth time that his section is “prime real estate” and should only be graced by those who “look” like they’ll drop serious cash. Not only is this logic flawed (and borderline profiling), it’s also impossible—are hostess training manuals supposed to include a section on “spotting ballers by haircut?” In the world of restaurant work, you just seat ‘em where you can and hope for the best.
But Mac wasn’t having it. When a group of sweet, older birthday ladies sat at his bar, ordered light, and skipped the drinks, Mac lost it—blaming the hostess for his lackluster tips and berating her for her supposed incompetence. That’s when our heroine decided it was time to fight petty with… well, you know.
Weaponizing the Wind: A Masterclass in Petty Revenge
Let’s set the scene: Mac is hustling behind the bar, washing glasses at warp speed during the dinner rush. Our hostess, experiencing what she describes as a “heinous fart brewing,” sees an opportunity. With the stealth of a ninja (if ninjas ate nothing but protein-packed green smoothies), she slips behind the bar, offers to help, and lets loose a silent but deadly salvo right in Mac’s airspace.
The result? Mac’s face contorts in disgust, desperately trying to keep his cool in front of two pretty bar patrons—who, mercifully, are just outside the blast radius. The satisfaction is instant. So satisfying, in fact, that our hostess makes this a recurring tactic, escalating her offensive with dietary reinforcements. Mac, ever the detective, starts searching for phantom milk spills and blaming the drains, but never suspects the real source of his aromatic agony.
A Deep Dive into Fart Politics (and Why This Is the Pettiest of Petty)
What makes this story so deliciously funny isn’t just the weaponization of bodily functions for revenge. It’s the context: a workplace where “Macsplaining” isn’t just a pastime, but a way of life. The hostess never set out to be a hero, just someone who could do her job without being harassed for not having a sixth sense for big spenders. When direct confrontation doesn’t work, sometimes you have to get creative.
Farting at work is taboo—there are whole etiquette books about it, if you can believe. But weaponized farting? That’s a whole new level of petty. It’s harmless (assuming you’re not in a shared elevator), leaves no trace, and delivers instant, hilarious karma to deserving targets. It’s the kind of revenge that can’t get you written up, but will leave you with a secret smile for the rest of your shift.
Why We Love a Good Petty Revenge Story
Let’s be honest: We’ve all dreamed of sticking it to an obnoxious coworker, even if we never act on it. Stories like this scratch that itch for justice in the pettiest, most human way possible. They remind us that sometimes, even in life’s most stressful environments, a little humor (and a little gas) can go a long way.
Final Thoughts: The True Art of the Fart Smella
To Mac (and all the Mac’s out there): Sometimes, the universe delivers a humbling experience in the form of invisible, olfactory justice. To u/earlofmuffingham: You, madam, are a legend of petty revenge, a shining example of turning workplace frustration into a story the internet will never forget.
Got your own stinky stories, or tales of petty workplace justice? Share them in the comments below! Just remember: In the restaurant game, it’s not always the biggest tipper who has the last laugh—it’s sometimes the quietest hostess with the deadliest weapon.
Would you dare to “fight fire with fire” (or, uh, methane) at work? Sound off below!
Original Reddit Post: Farted on my stupid coworker